To Valerie Macon, New Poet Laureate Of North Carolina Or: World Poetry In A Single Bound Vaults Over The Nitpickers

[to Valerie Macon, new poet laureate of North Carolina, "above the fray..." (July 12, 2014-July 17, 2014) a glorious though brief, reign...]

poetry appeared in the bark of old trees,

in the neighborhood you used to live in

springing up overnight, syringa in the moonlight

cloudy cloudy stars.

in the old rains,  intensifying the lilacs.

in the older lanes of perhaps, Fuquay-Varina.

in the little birds hopping near the mystical puddles

in the parking lots.

and "whishing" in the tails of the grey squirrels

and it was curled around the baby's finger

in the butterscotch sunlight and it never asked why, why

has no committee come to call on me

but burbled over the white stones in the creek,

the varicoloured,

in a wavery sound we knew was music laughing

and the angels, brookside laughing

fit-to-be-tied:

"what is protocol?

does it have wings, too?"

mary angela douglas 15 july 2014

Note on the Poem: people (some) are upset that the Governor of north carolina appointed the new poet laureate of North Carolina, skipping the normal protocol.  All I have to say is, thank God, since He's the source of it, anyway! (of poetry, not protocol)